What broke my day: The fact that my feet hurt so super bad. Yep, yesterday was move in day, and since I live on the second floor of my dorm which holds no elevator, this involved a lot of climbing of stairs with heavy boxes...with an injured foot (the chemical burning of my foot saga is continuing.). By the end of the full day of standing up, reaching high up, climbing up and down stairs and my bed my feet were swollen to the size of watermelon. Ironically, they were also pink and swollen, giving the appearance on the inside of a watermelon. Granted, by the end of the day, I really mean 1:30 this morning, and having been up since 6 the previous morning and only spending approximately 3.5 hours of that sitting, that averages out to about 16 hours of standing and packing and unpacking. They hurt even when I wasn't standing, and it really sucked trying to fall asleep with my feet throbbing. I mean, it was like I was nine months pregnant with triplets and high blood pressure bad. Not only did my burns hurt like the devil and other inappropriate words, but combined with the watermelon like appearance they were attractive and annoying. I spent probably 40 minutes trying to fall asleep with my mind on only one thing....my feet. But it's a new day, and they don't hurt nearly as bad, but I can guarantee that they will by the end of the day. poop.
What made my day: Being home. Okay, not home, home. But for every college student their dorm is thier home for nine months of the year. It's where your friends are, and they become your family. So anytime that you come back to a familiar place, and see familiar faces it's perfect. Awesome really. When I arrived back at school I felt a sense of release, calm and happiness wash over. I was home. Spending time with the people and campus that I love. Yes, I will miss home, (though I'm not homesick yet like I was last year mom.) but for the moment I am home. I know this place like the back of my hand, and it's really an amazing feeling. Seeing most of my friends, hanging out and exchanging stories about the shenanigans we had got into over the summer. It was a feeling of comfort. Yes we were all ridiculously tired, but we were also so over the moon that it didn't matter. I, who had been going to bed at 10 or 11 most of the summer, stayed up until 1:30 with no problem at all. The adrenaline and excitement running through our veins kept us going, and being back here in good old Meredith hall was sooo much fun. I have a permanent smirk on my face of glee. I love being here with more freedom, and my friends right down the hall, and not down the hall. Even though my dorm is tickled pink with freshmen, and I feel like the wise old owl...that wants to corrupt them, the girls are freaking adorable...but that's for tomorr....err, today.
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